From an ancient time we came
With prism in our eyes
Praying with the wise men
Happiness is free
It wanders in the mind
Never to be blinded
When you know the time is
Right to share your queries
Of the day
Rest in visions of the day
Often were reminded
A fool will lead the blinded
To a point of view
Triangles of light
Above us in the sky turn
Grey with pure reflection
Fade into your queries
Of the day
Talk in spirit if there's time
A doubt you had in mind was
Never to be questioned by
Three sides of light
Never to deceiving
Watch until the sky turns
Grey with pure reflection
Fade into your queries
Of the day